Disorder

Just now, Vincent's left arm was a little stiff when raising the cup. Nobody noticed that except Randy.

"No big deal." The man looked calm.

Randy said, "I smelled it the moment you entered."

How could that be no big deal when he smelled strongly of blood?

Vincent glanced at him and said, "Your smell like a dog."

"Did that little girl hurt you?" Randy knowingly asked the question.

Everyone in the room looked frightened when they saw Emily touched Vincent's chest. Only Randy knew that Vincent got injured in his chest. Over the years, those who could let Vincent's guard down all died. It was unknown whether the new one was good or bad.

After all, they all wished him the best, but ... that little girl seemed to have other motives, which made Randy a little worried.